And I let it go.
Crying isn’t going to get me anywhere.
And if I really cared for someone, I’d want him to be happy… with or without me.
I hope he finds someone that makes him happy.
But I must put him from my mind now…
Because it’s no longer my place to care.
Because I can’t make him happy.
Less than a week and I’m over it. I feel accomplished and mature.